where you are

no matter where you think you are

no matter what you believe yourself to believe

in matter

in thought

which is matter

there is

presence

in

all things

the ever knowing

You

do you know?

do you care?

is it out of habit or a quiet despair?

what are you listening to?

to voices in the background, to thoughts inside your head

to the clanging of memories or the unwritten future?

what are you listening to?

underneath and within all of this

there is another listening going on

a listening to the inner way

the beauty, the song

to the dreaming that unmakes dreams

and makes the world

to the sacred, the profane

the great and the mundane

what are you listening to?

‘What’s that?’ you say..’what should I listen to?’

listen to the listener within

and you will

be

listened too

dwells

in a vast

canopy of silence

without silence there can be no noise

beneath the canopy of silence in which noise, din, clamour, raucousness and confusion jostle

beneath this canopy

is the origin of silence

your inner most nature

the essential you

where faith and reason collide

where lonely hearts spill out on to the streets and howl

where crucifixtion kits are sold in every home improvement store

and in the form of something that you really need

in the quietness of gaps that emerge due to crowds

a miracle of rebirth dwells

a season to be jolly

not in things or trinkets

or bright lights or ginger biscuits

but in

the gaps that emerge due to crowds

spatial awakening

look and see

if you want a miracle

be the one you are

Sky clad

the world

in blue

sky

clad

in

ancient

wonder

what people see as the future

is a memory

of once

what

was

made in the sky clad minds of our ancestors

in the world

before this world

in the earth

that gave birth to this earth

Benjamin Franklin would have been refused credit

so would Plato too,

Socrates, Wagner and Schiller

Mahler, most certainly Mozart

unacceptable credit risks

St Francis having no real assets

would be dismissed

George Washington

Marqui de Sade or Rocheford,

Duke of Wellington, Napoleon

too,

Balachine, Gorky

Kafka

Credit

belongs

to

those

whose heaven is on earth

covered up by concrete

cemented by debt

2

anger is the most communicable disease

of the politically correct community

if you want to be truly authentic

know where your anger

arises from.

heal it and move on

know where your greed arises from

heal it and move on

know where your lust in all its forms arises from

heal it and move on

3

my time here is over

i have moved on

4

karma is intentional action, thought and deed

free yourself from ignorance to understand full intention

love all things

5

look into the noise of life

and hear the silence

the music

the light

the rushing of

the Way

separates

the myriad worlds

that sit

within

our thoughts

all heavens and all hells

fall away

when

underlying

reason

is embraced

and then

given up

can be found within yourself

the kindness that you are afraid of receiving

will wait until you are ready to receive it

waiting close by like a fathful friend

there is kindness everywhere

if only you stop to see

kindness is the source of community

and of healing and understanding

if you seek wisdom, knowledge, spirituuality

first develop kindness

and you will find all other things accrue naturally

kindness needs nothing but itself

and is everywhere waiting to shared

the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

have had to take public transport

(it was mentioned at a policy meeting that they would lose the Public Relations impact)

and gender issues have arisen so

now they are known

as the  Four Horsepeople

of a Possible Near Extinction Event

Political Correctness

was invented by the Devil

who attends

an anger management group

for the dammned

run by

an angel that used to be a social worker

and no one understands

the strategy he has planned

a thousand proclaimers

warn the people of things

to come

but do not look

at the ancient teacher

beneath their feet

I was asked once ,

‘what do you believe?’

My reply was and is

‘I believe in the eternal that dwells in the human state,

the movement of consciousness

of clear light and slowness

of the everchanging

and the unspoken path

that dwells in every being

that lives in the ten worlds

and beyond,

in the simple

and the profound’

having found my answers unacceptable

confusion reigned

its natural

Political Correctness

is political control

it is surveillance

of the individual

without the cameras

The time will come

when even an atheist will be

crucified for such a belief

a hindu and a jain,

a buddhist and a druze

a christian and a communist

will all be held in contempt

of the state

it is said the devil is in the details

he once told me that he is just misunderstood

and god feels like that too

well, i said both of you are just

bit players in the drama of time

both of you concerned

with political correctness

but then both of you are related

devil and god

but both of you forget

that life is not about the outcome

but the attempt

there is no fall or rise

no sanctuary or prize

the spirit is self realising

and that is the

only truth and deities, leaders

and those who want control are terrified

of that, of

the story tellers and the poets

the magic people and the inbetween walkers

the mountain holders

and stone collectors

they do not conform

to the supermarket stacking

of political correctness

I have seen the face of war

and know the haunting

rush of meaning as it trickles with the blood

in dying moments

people see the truth

of their own divine humanity

and reject

all constraints

as they look

into the clear light

and go beyond the whisperings

of gods or politicians

to ride the note of a flute

to their true home

only to stay awhile before returning

release it

breathe it in

and know

that your brain takes ten seconds

before it makes a decision

so take the moment

release it

breathe it in

and

know that the moment

was ten seconds

ago

ten seconds full of thousands of millions

of thoughts

that shatter the illusion

of the moment

ten seconds

ten seconds